Our young daughter had adopted a stray cat.
To my distress, he began to use the back
of our new sofa as a scratching post. "Don't
worry," my husband reassured me. "I'll have
him trained in no time."
I watched for several days as my husband
patiently "trained" our new pet. Whenever
the cat scratched, my husband deposited
him outdoors to teach him a lesson.
The cat learned quickly. For the next 16
years, whenever he wanted to go outside,
he scratched the back of the sofa. |